Friday Show and Tell

 Lindy - Decatur, GA

Picture worthy!

To me, this is not only picture worthy, it makes my heart soar. This innocent photograph of Pasqual (the lizard) Teddy (the bear), and Mooey (the cow) was taken by my three and a half year old daughter. Okay, so that might not mean a lot to you, but as a creative spirit I see this as the beginning of a lifetime love of the art of photography.

Now, let me take this wonderment a step further...you're probably reading this post thinking, "Heck, they make those toddler cameras now. What's the big deal?" Well folks, my daughter does have one of those little girlie-pink toddler cameras, but she chooses to use my camera setup instead. This was taken with a Nikon D50 with a 18-200 lens. This was the picture that touched my heart because she posed her favorite friends (note that Teddy is being propped up by a ball behind his back) and took their photograph.

The other pictures, and there are probably fifty, not only captivated me but illustrated a love of taking THE perfect picture. I am one proud mom (and amateur photographer)!


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Pam - Dacula, Georgia

Plestiodon fasciatus


 Earlier this week, when my 15-year old son moved our recycling bin in preparation for lawn mowing, he discovered a brooding lizard. According to Wikipedia, this beautiful creature will guard her eggs and take care of her young hatchlings for the first day or two of their lives, at which time they will leave the nest.

And we will resume recycling.



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Megan - Roswell, Georgia

This is a picture of my favorite wall in my house. It’s in my dining room, and the photos of my two children take up pretty much the entire north wall. One might say that such a display could be considered narcissistic in that it seems to indicate that I think my kids’ images are more appealing – to me – than any other work of art. (I say narcissistic because your kids are, in essence, a part of you, right?)

Well, to be completely honest, that’s exactly how I feel. I believe my children are incredible and beautiful works of art. In fact, it’s my belief that children in general are relatively miraculous. Their curiosity. Their imaginations. Their tiny, compact selves. Their potential. Their ability to learn and adapt.

But these photos on my wall don’t just serve to remind me of my own little ones. They help me keep in mind that everyone is, in essence, both childlike and miraculous. The miracle doesn’t end in childhood. We just learn to tuck it away. But every man and woman – from the kind mailman to the confident CEO to the grumpy neighbor –started as an infant. Someone’s son or daughter. A miracle. And somewhere deep inside, that person still has remnants of that miracle, whether or not they choose to show it.

Remember the miracle, my friends. Particularly when someone’s behaving so badly you just want to smack him or her upside the head.

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